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Well now that it is officially over, I can finally give my take.
Was overall a pretty good year for size and numbers.
Due to having to get a real job, fished less than I can ever remember fishin in a season. Put a seriuos hurt on my soul. But when I did get out, I had that lucky horseshoe up my arse.
Fewer and a lot less productive trips to my island this year.
Highlight for me without a doubt was in July, I was at a yard sale in Plymouth with my Dad pickin up a lawnmower when the conversation turned to fishing. The guy said that his elderly father was quite the fisherman back in the day, having won the canal tounament several times. Well this old man skulked out of the shadows and when we got to talking it was incredible to see that twinkle in his eyes reminiscing about days of old of catchin supa cows all the time. Running from Plum Island to Chatham. The life that seemed to be breathed back into him was amazing to witness as we traded old war stories. I told him about never catchin a 40#+ fish in the canal yet, and low and behold, that nite I got that 47# fish that is now sitting on my ping pong table. Was a treat to meet and talk with him as the dread of not being able to fish at free will like I do now sets in.
Was able to make it through the season on limited gear and funds. Operation Live Well was a huge sucess on all fronts.
Managed to stay married (barely)
Spent more time doin other things besides fishin all summer.
Without a doubt the lowest point was helplessly watchin Bob go. Sights and sounds of that nite will haunt both myself and my fishin partner for the rest of our days.
Had some great laughs, times, and heartbreaks over the season fishin with my usual crew (Dan, Tbag, Lucini and even a guest appearence from Krispy and Toby). Disappointed I didn't get Tbag out swimmin and again didn't make it down to see TC on the back side.
Hopefully next year before there are no more years left.
A happy winter to all. See you at TCTFN.
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